The Undertaker From Black Butler Novels & Stories

“We don’t eat people here. Why eat humans when Zen’s food tastes better?” Hearing this did not console the undertaker either. If anything, his hands shook more as he held up the contract. Akiko couldn’t help but wonder what was going through the undertaker’s mind. For someone accustomed to working with the deceased, did the presence of living creatures terrify him? Maybe Zen could assign them to work on farming undead monsters if Agni had such a terrible phobia of the living. “W-what kind of materials are we supposed to farm?” Agni swallowed with difficulty, trying to keep his voice stable.

I trust all four of you had a pleasant evening. Butler Wayn. Also known as the head butler of the Claramay family. Been caring for the children of Claramay at such a young age, naturally, he's been with them through thick and thin until he has aged, he is able to do his work flawlessly. Being the trustworthy person he is, he's promoted to be the head butler. 'Yes and no.' '???' ( smacked Cullen ) 'He means t

And on his violet robe was an A rank marking on it. The butler on the other hand was thin, he already forgot his name a long time ago. Instead, he uses an alias, Shadow Killer. Feng Shaotian was surprised that this old man seemed to blend with the surroundings, as if he didn't exist at all. He wore a Black Robe with an A rank marking, even though his looks were questionable, this old man still can't be underestimated. After some time, a maidservant came in with herbal medicine tea. Tasting the tea, Feng Shaotian's eyes sparkled in surprise. He can feel his whole body relax as if he was floating in the clouds.

And with a quick jerk, Bethel took the tea, downing it in an instant, he dropped the cup back, the butler had brought him these tea in the right time, it was the taste of blood that could calm his senses. "Out, before I feed on your disgusting blood" Bethel said to the butler, watching as the old bald man hurried out from his presence, he had seen as the man shook when he had walked towards him, and he prayed, let him not end up like the previous four butlers. The butler was just a newly converted vampire, he still had some traits of human in him.

I believe I have already died, because the ceiling and the surrounding felt unfamiliar to me, it looks too british-like compared to the usual white ceiling of the hospital ward. Where am I? “Master, are you alright?” A butler inched closer. Despite his stoic appearance and that tail coat as well as that sophiticated aura his old self emits, I don’t think I recognize who he is. “Who are you?” I blurted. He smiled politely at me as a response before bowing his head in a respective manner. “Sire, my name is Taylor. I am the head butler of this mansion.” Taylor.... Wait.

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

- Nonetheless, another unexpected guest arrived after thirty minutes. He was dressed in all-black robes like an undertaker, an eerie sight at a hospital. Zark instinctively shielded Janice behind himself while telling her under his breath, "Run. Don't worry about me!" "Huh?!" Janice was shocked. That had to mean that Zark was not confident about winning… so how strong could that undertaker possibly be?! "Good." The undertaker nodded. "You can actually tell that you won't win against me! So, where's the telepathic pretty boy? Tell him to show his face, or neither of you are getting away!"

He would come with a coffin wearing dark clothes with red eyes and step out, as if he was coming from the dead. I grew up knowing that undertaker was a real devil, who ate people. My mama always used to sacred me that if I didn’t eat, he would come form me. I t was only a few years ago that I learnt that it was all staged and acted. He was in fact a human being who loved acting and looking scary. To be called undertaker meant that I looked dead, that I was ugly and could be compared to a walking corpse. I finally reached my seat and pushed it back before settling down on it.

And behind them, Arthur's figure stood tall with a gold pocket watch in his hand. "Bloodmoon's time is up, Mr. Blackwood," said the butler in a deadly formal tone. "Please get out of Miss Chloe's property, or we will clean it up along with your pile of rubbish."

The usual warmth of candle light in my study is all but dead—, inside only blackness, as if it belongs to no one, let alone the Alpha King. The faint hum of carefully selected music no longer drifts through the air. The small, insignificant comfotrs I rarely pay attention to—gone. What’s happening? “Where is my tie for tomorrow?” I call out to the silence, irritation lacing my voice. There is nothing — silnce. Is this a joke? Suddenly, i hear heavy patters of feet. The butler, a young pup just happy to be here, appears. His posture is stiff, his face is neutral, but his eyes give him away. He’s lost.